I got up from the ground and spotted a tall leafy banana tree, I proceeded to walk toward it. Boy, oh boy, it is hot out here. I got under that tree before you could say Jack Robinson.... Well, I tried... These old rusty legs don't do much anymore, I'll tell ya. I walked under the shade of the tall handsome tree, and felt instant relief.I sat down next to the ol' tree, "Thank goodness you're here. If you weren't, I'd look like one of them prunes, right about now." I chuckled to myself. I heard something moving in the shrubbery behind the banana tree. The sound is getting closer... "Rose?" "baaahh" I heard her call back. "Oh Heavens to Betsy, Rose! Why do you always go tryin' to give me a damn heart attack?" I yelled at her.
the sound of rustling leaves got closer, and out of the bushes appears the head of a goat. "Well, you're not Rose" I said with a smile. "baahhhh" the goat said back to me. The goat walked out of the shrubs and brought its face right on up to mine. The goat got nose to snout with me, It damn near made me go cross eyed. I pulled my head back "well, hello handsome young man," i said with a smile. I began to stroke its head, it looked at me blankly. "Well, little fella, you got a name?" "Baaaah" the goat now looked at me with only one eye, the other was pointed to the side. "Isn't that a shame, you're an ugly little fella... But thats alright, I don't mind ugly fellas. We all get ugly eventually, I'll tell ya." I looked down at him, hoping he didn't take offense to my calling him ugly...but he just stood blankly. He doesn't seem to mind. I leaned my hand on his back, helping myself off of the ground. I started to walk away, but noticed my new friend was not following. I looked back, "Come on, Mr. Goat. We're gonna try to find Rose." And so we did.
Mr. Goat and I wondered through the forest awhile, "Rose?" I called out. "Connie!" I heard her distant voice say in a welcoming tone.
"Connie!" she said again, sounding closer than before. "Connie!" I turned to my left and there she was.
After I turned to look, I wish I hadn't. Rose was almost completely naked except for a necklace and cloth-like bottoms. She looked like she'd come right out of the National Geographic Magazine, I'll tell ya. "Jesus Christmas, Rose! Have you no shame? Jumping' Jehosephat! Put on some damn clothes, you're gonna scare the damn goat away!"
"You're always tellin' me what I'm to do! I am trying to live life!" she responded
"Just put on some damn clothes, you indecent old hag! By golly, you're eighty-six, most people your age are dead already!"
"Pshhhhh. Well my clothes are gone" she crossed her arms.
"What do you mean, 'your clothes are gone'?"
They caught on fire when the plane crashed, and Chahata gave me some of his." I looked at her face, puzzled. The more I thought of what she said, the more sense it made. The last memory I have before I woke up on the beach, was sitting next to rose on a plane to brazil...
"Where are we?" I asked
"I'm not quite sure, I've been trying to ask Chahata, but I don't understand much of what he says." she replied
"Who, in gods name, is Chahata?" I asked feeling flustered
"Oh, he's just a native fella. He was kind enough to let me borrow his garb. He's also pretty easy on the eyes, if I may say so myself."
"Oh, Rosey, you're a riot!" I laughed "I am quite hungry though, did Bagdad make supper?" I asked
"His name is Chahata, Connie! Yes, he seemed to be making some kind a soup." She told me.
Thank the lord above! I'm hungrier than a Lion! I wonder if Mr. Goat is hungry too."Mr. Goat?" I looked down beside me, and he was gone. Oh well, he's probably got a goat family to get back to. Rose walked towards me and took my hand, "Come on, I'll show you where the native fellas live."
As she lead me through the forest, the sun began to go down. It seemed to change from sunset to dark with in minutes. I saw a orange blob of light ahead.
"Thats them!" Rose shouted. We got to a clearing near a small body of water, they seemed to have a fire going smack in the center. There were four men and two women surrounding the fire. One of the native men stood up, "Ea-tuh" he said, while pointing to a giant pot. Rose turned to me, "Oh Connie, He's invited us to supper! Ain't that exciting?" she smiled. I chuckled "We thought goin' to Brazil would be an adventure! Who would've ever thought we'd be eatin' supper with natives?" We sat down next to each other around the fire. A woman gave us pottery filled to the brim with soup. I put the pottery to my lips and poured the thick, meaty soup into my mouth. It was outstandingly delicious! "Goodness Gracious! What is in this soup?" I asked the man to my right. "Goat." he replied. All the color rushed out of my face. Heavens to Betsy! I've just swallowed Mr. Goat!
This entry was written In Loving memory of Fabbiha Cole and Matthew Donahue. You will be forgotten.
STRONGEST CHARACTER:
Constance Steinberg
ELIMINATED CHARACTERS:
Fabbiha Cole, Matthew Donahue, and Brad
I got up from the ground and spotted a tall leafy banana tree, I proceeded to walk toward it. Boy, oh boy, it is hot out here. I got under that tree before you could say Jack Robinson.... Well, I tried... These old rusty legs don't do much anymore, I'll tell ya. I walked under the shade of the tall handsome tree, and felt instant relief.I sat down next to the ol' tree, "Thank goodness you're here. If you weren't, I'd look like one of them prunes, right about now." I chuckled to myself. I heard something moving in the shrubbery behind the banana tree. The sound is getting closer... "Rose?" "baaahh" I heard her call back. "Oh Heavens to Betsy, Rose! Why do you always go tryin' to give me a damn heart attack?" I yelled at her.
the sound of rustling leaves got closer, and out of the bushes appears the head of a goat. "Well, you're not Rose" I said with a smile. "baahhhh" the goat said back to me. The goat walked out of the shrubs and brought its face right on up to mine. The goat got nose to snout with me, It damn near made me go cross eyed. I pulled my head back "well, hello handsome young man," i said with a smile. I began to stroke its head, it looked at me blankly. "Well, little fella, you got a name?" "Baaaah" the goat now looked at me with only one eye, the other was pointed to the side. "Isn't that a shame, you're an ugly little fella... But thats alright, I don't mind ugly fellas. We all get ugly eventually, I'll tell ya." I looked down at him, hoping he didn't take offense to my calling him ugly...but he just stood blankly. He doesn't seem to mind. I leaned my hand on his back, helping myself off of the ground. I started to walk away, but noticed my new friend was not following. I looked back, "Come on, Mr. Goat. We're gonna try to find Rose." And so we did.
Mr. Goat and I wondered through the forest awhile, "Rose?" I called out. "Connie!" I heard her distant voice say in a welcoming tone.
"Connie!" she said again, sounding closer than before. "Connie!" I turned to my left and there she was.
After I turned to look, I wish I hadn't. Rose was almost completely naked except for a necklace and cloth-like bottoms. She looked like she'd come right out of the National Geographic Magazine, I'll tell ya. "Jesus Christmas, Rose! Have you no shame? Jumping' Jehosephat! Put on some damn clothes, you're gonna scare the damn goat away!"
"You're always tellin' me what I'm to do! I am trying to live life!" she responded
"Just put on some damn clothes, you indecent old hag! By golly, you're eighty-six, most people your age are dead already!"
"Pshhhhh. Well my clothes are gone" she crossed her arms.
"What do you mean, 'your clothes are gone'?"
They caught on fire when the plane crashed, and Chahata gave me some of his." I looked at her face, puzzled. The more I thought of what she said, the more sense it made. The last memory I have before I woke up on the beach, was sitting next to rose on a plane to brazil...
"Where are we?" I asked
"I'm not quite sure, I've been trying to ask Chahata, but I don't understand much of what he says." she replied
"Who, in gods name, is Chahata?" I asked feeling flustered
"Oh, he's just a native fella. He was kind enough to let me borrow his garb. He's also pretty easy on the eyes, if I may say so myself."
"Oh, Rosey, you're a riot!" I laughed "I am quite hungry though, did Bagdad make supper?" I asked
"His name is Chahata, Connie! Yes, he seemed to be making some kind a soup." She told me.
Thank the lord above! I'm hungrier than a Lion! I wonder if Mr. Goat is hungry too."Mr. Goat?" I looked down beside me, and he was gone. Oh well, he's probably got a goat family to get back to. Rose walked towards me and took my hand, "Come on, I'll show you where the native fellas live."
As she lead me through the forest, the sun began to go down. It seemed to change from sunset to dark with in minutes. I saw a orange blob of light ahead.
"Thats them!" Rose shouted. We got to a clearing near a small body of water, they seemed to have a fire going smack in the center. There were four men and two women surrounding the fire. One of the native men stood up, "Ea-tuh" he said, while pointing to a giant pot. Rose turned to me, "Oh Connie, He's invited us to supper! Ain't that exciting?" she smiled. I chuckled "We thought goin' to Brazil would be an adventure! Who would've ever thought we'd be eatin' supper with natives?" We sat down next to each other around the fire. A woman gave us pottery filled to the brim with soup. I put the pottery to my lips and poured the thick, meaty soup into my mouth. It was outstandingly delicious! "Goodness Gracious! What is in this soup?" I asked the man to my right. "Goat." he replied. All the color rushed out of my face. Heavens to Betsy! I've just swallowed Mr. Goat!
This entry was written In Loving memory of Fabbiha Cole and Matthew Donahue. You will be forgotten.